Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.

I learn several great truths; as that it is impossible to see into the ways of futurity, that punishment always attends the villain, that love is the fond soother of the human breast.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

Whatever mitigates the woes, or increases the happiness of others, is a just criterion of goodness; and whatever injures society at large, or any individual in it, is a criterion of iniquity.

Every acknowledgment of gratitude is a circumstance of humiliation; and some are found to submit to frequent mortifications of this kind, proclaiming what obligations they owe, merely because they think it in some measure cancels the debt.

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.